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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rumble_(殺し)
  Relationship:
      Marco_Whitehouse/Nikolai_Basmanov
  Additional Tags:
      Dacryphilia, Blood_Kink_(NOT_bloodplay._There_is_blood_and_this_is_my
      kink)., First_Time, Smut_and_Fluff, Rule_63_Counterparts, Did_someone
      actually_think_I_was_going_to_write_lesbian_porn?_Ohahahah, Nikolai_POV
  Series:
      Part 1 of In_Which_There_Is_No_Drama_Except_For_James'_Tantrums_(aka
      Modern_AU)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-14 Words: 4876
****** You and Me Should Go Upstairs (aka A Very Problematic Fanfiction) ******
by groggyluck_(abyssobrotulaCronos)
Summary
     Nikolai is feeling a bit of a rebel on a Friday night. Also, he's
     home alone.
Notes
     One of my favourites, I guess some things never change. For little
     Moownk, of course, always for her.
     Please have in mind this was strictly written to fulfill our
     fantasies. Exaggerations, generalized relationship roles, "wow, what
     a shota!", yeah, I'm aware. All on purpose. And before you ask, in
     the name of god, Nikolai is 17 and Marco is 21. I know Nikolai is
     tiny, but please don't think I'd ever write something like child
     porn.
  
                                               "I sat by the river, I waited on
                                                   You came with a nice breeze
                                              My hands weren't so cold anymore
                                                          And I could breathe."
                                                              - Rumble, Ch. 64.
 
 
 
 
 
            The bell ringing isn't what makes you jolt awake, but rather the
sound of the motor of his car. It’s loud and maybe he’s accelerating a bit
harder than what he really needs to if you consider you’re living in a big city
that’s full of cars and in constant traffic. Your neighborhood is peaceful,
though, and it is really typical of him to be a show off and disrespect common
sense, like the fact that it’s almost ten and there is a good amount of old
people in the house next door. He knows that very well.
            You've been so nervous the past hour you didn't even realize when
you sat down to distract yourself watching some shitty show on TV and fell
asleep with the soft music of Snoopy’s Christmas. It isn't thatshitty, okay?
It’s perfect for when you want to forget the things a bit, and your boyfriend
spending the night over is a pretty big deal since he’s way older than you,
your parents dislike him a lot and would sue him in a heartbeat if they even
knew. But they’re not home now nor will be tomorrow and you have plenty of time
to decide what is gonna happen and what won’t. Even though Marco is a rough guy
most of time, the thing he treasures the most is the respect he certainly has
for you and knows exactly what you mean when you say “no” (he was actually
really regretful once when you stated you didn't want hands inside pants with
your mother in the other room and he ignored it). You had to say it lots of
times before.
            However, you don’t feel like today is going to be one of these
days. Mainly because you've been preparing yourself the whole week, both due to
the fact that you liedto your parents (it took a long time to control yourself
and not cancel with Mark) and, of course, the biggest issue. That is precisely
Marco Whitehouse sleeping for the first time in the same house as you. And
alone.
            Fear is not the right word, you’re not afraid. Of course you
aren’t, you trust him to keep his hands to himself if you change your mind! You
are… Apprehensive? Hesitating? Not in a bad way, you want it. You want it so
bad you think you’ll be the one needing to tone down a bit the eagerness
tonight, but… How to put in words. You've touched his dick before. Not much
more than that, you shoved your little hand down there and stroked it, still
clothed, the thin fabric of his boxers separating your palm from it. He
twitched a bit before groaning in your mouth and kissing you rougher than
before. It was the first and only time you did something more than groping and
leaving hickeys. After that he wanted to touch you too, but you never really
found the time and maybe didn't want, still processing the idea.
            Not that you aren’t attracted to him, Christ, anyone who has a bit
of a functioning brain is. But he’s way more experienced. And fucking big as
well. Big or small, really, you love Marco and you’d enjoy it the same, but the
massive size added extra flutter to your stomach and made you work enough
courage to actually buy a bottle of lube (you laughed so hard after that,
thinking the whole thing was pretty ridiculous. It’s just lube, Nikolai.You
told yourself).
            Thought aside, you jump from the couch and go over the door when he
rings for the second time and greet him with a soft smile, for which he answers
with another one full of teeth.
            – Evening, babe.
            – Hey.
            You get on your tiptoes to reach his mouth with yours and cup his
cheeks, feeling the fresh smell of shaving cream, shampoo and perfume,
indicating that he clearly just left the bath and shaved the beard. You like it
a lot, that thing itches.
            His hand goes straight to your waist and he slowly pushes you
inside the house, closing the door with his butt. Marco is not the type to
worry about stuff, but if there’s something that frightens the hell out of him
is being caught by someone who’s a potential treat for your relationship, like
some nosy neighbor that is friends with your parents. At first you thought he
didn't want to be seen with you at all and it made you really unease of being
with him in general, but then you realized he had no problem at all with
kissing you in front of his friends or walking hand in hand. He is, though,
afraid of mama Basmanov taking you away from him. And maybe getting in trouble
with the law, but that’s a minor detail since you’re not exactly legal yet
(he's only a couple of years older, geez).
            You two kiss in the hallway until you sigh into his mouth and lean
against him, then he drops his backpack on the floor and hold you properly so
as you can kiss some more. You mess his hair but he doesn’t complain, instead
biting your low lip whenever you make strangled, cute noises and clearly
getting worked up over it. You don’t want it to end so fast, so you pull away,
all red in the cheeks and breathing heavier, to tell him you’re up to watch a
movie, for what he – surprisingly – seems to instantly agree.
            The couch is mostly occupied by his large and tall frame, so when
you come back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, you lay on him, settling
yourself comfortably in between his legs after that.
                                            ➳➳➳
            The movie is fast, not a very long one but you like it a lot and he
seems to enjoy too, only criticizing the lack of special effects during some
awful fight scene.
            – You’re a nerd – you tell him.
            – Don’t pretend it was a good scene! – he protests and you laugh at
his frustration when he goes on and on about the origin of sci-fi and the long
road the big film-makers went through only to be disappointed when you keep
smiling you typical smile of when not paying attention – … And Spielberg, after
Jaws, made a pretty big deal of the… You’re not listening, are you?
            – Not at all, – you mutter and lay down again on top of him, adding
before going back to his lips – I don’t care…
            Mark seems surprised, to say the least, and embraces your waist
again, kissing you as intensely as before. You think you hear him say a small
“me neither”, but you ignore that as well. You keep kissing him and thinking
about the speed the things are going… Maybe you’re going too fast. You’re not
like that, you've never gone straight to the point like this before and maybe
that’s why he’s so surprised with your actions. But you've never felt that on
control before… And you like it a lot.
           He seems to like it, too. His hands wander around your back and he
takes a bit of a time before shoving them under your shirt, fingers clawing and
rocking you lightly up against him. They take their time before going lower and
lower, only to give your ass a good, firm squeeze. You’re very embarrassed when
you moan loudly and hide your face in the crook of his neck, finally thinking
without the haze of the kiss and perceiving how your skin is sensitive to his
touches, every move he makes under you makes his crotch brush against yours and
it’s good, but also painful due to the jeans, which is starting to get tight.
            When you lift your head again, you look into his eyes. They’re
barely open, a flick of dark brown staring into your soul, the pair making a
beautiful set along with his Greek nose and slightly red lips. His face is all
sharp when analyzed separately, but together, his assets make a pleasing mix. A
mix you could stare at the whole night. But you obviously won’t because you
have shit to get done.
            You take the thoughtful look from his eyes when you kiss him again
and feel his hands going back to grope your ass, this time your fingertips
gently rub the corner of his ears and he gets shivers, it’s his weak spot, you
discovered months ago when he almost wouldn't let go of you on his lap. His
hands finally change their target and proceed to lift your shirt. He’s tried to
do that before and you didn't allow, but now you don’t mind, you just sit up,
straddling his lap, and take the shirt off for real, throwing it on the floor.
Marco seems thrilled; he devours you with his eyes and it’s so fucking intense
you blush and look away, but his huge hands are caressing your thighs and now
it’s one of those moments it dawns to you the size difference. Really, you’re
5’5” and he’s 6’2”. That’s a fucking lot. Everything yours is tiny in
comparison to him and as if it wasn’t enough, he works out a lot. Sometimes you
even crack a joke about how he could be an underwear model and you both laugh,
but you were never lying. You like him like that, though. Your stupid, full of
himself and charming Marco.
            – Take yours off too, – you whisper in an uncommon hurry, urging
the buttons of his shirt open, almost tearing them all. When he wiggles out of
the black button-up, you spread your hands all over his chest, tracing the
large tattoo of the Zeal Palace that takes over his right shoulder and torso.
He’s really a fucking nerd, no matter how many times he tells you Chrono
Trigger is not a game like the others. You ended up knowing everything about it
just from hearing him rant about it.
            You’re a bit tired of kissing, your lips are sore from being bitten
so much (not that you’re against it) and you want to see him groaning and
writhing like you've seen so many times before and wasn't even able to release
him from the pressure. Getting off yourself would be pretty cool, too. Your
lips go straight to his neck, you suck a lot next to his ear, don’t bite that
much because you don’t really know how to do it, but using your tongue is your
major card. And boy, does it work. He gets frustrated easily, it’s fun to watch
and listen to the low grunts, his fingers experimenting your bare skin and
eventually dipping in your jeans. But he doesn’t take them off right away, he
knows what’s he’s doing.
            Lying back down, he pulls you with him and decides to change roles,
twisting and leaving you under him with your legs spread open to welcome him in
between them, grinding again the seam of your pants. If it’s painful to you,
you can only imagine what it’s like to him, probably frustrated from all the
other times and ready to make you pay for this (bad choice of words, you
guess). The kiss is now going in a frantic pace, you two rocking and rocking,
hands everywhere. When you put your hand over his zipper, he helps you and
opens the button, sliding it down a bit, enough for the underwear to be seen –
and felt.
            You try to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving you now,
ravishing your neck with his teeth (he’s the one who knows how to properly use
them, here) and probably peppering it with marks. You forget it for now because
it feels really good, but you’re sure you’re freaking out later when you see it
on the mirror. It’s when you think you got the hang of it that you actually put
your hand inside his boxers and you’re officially touching his dick for the
first time. It feels hotter than you've ever felt yours, pulsing in your tiny
palm. You massage it slowly, just feeling around and feeling the veins of his
underside, the leak of pre-cum dripping down the shaft. Feels bigger than it
looks, if it's even possible.
            – Hey… Hey, – he breathes against you ear, hot breath making you
shiver and whimper, both hands as a support on the couch.
            – Hm… ? – you manage to groan with your eyes still closed and your
hand still stroking him.
            – Let’s go upstairs.
            And this is, you can read in his voice, another chance of saying
no, let’s not, I don’t want to. But saying no doesn’t even cross your mind now.
And you catch yourself asking him what you thought you never would, before you
realize.
            – You brought condoms?
            – Yeah, go ahead, I’ll get ‘em, – he says, before getting up and
helping you to stand up too. All the time between your feet touching the carpet
and his hands looking for something in the backpack are filled with tender
appreciation of the moment, where you can see his face all flushed and eager,
his pants open and the tip of his member against his own belly, held by the
underwear he’s still wearing. You've never seen it before, clearly. Somehow,
when he goes back to you, carrying one or two wrappers and smiling that old and
cocky smile of his, you smile back and can’t think about how you promised your
parents you wouldn't invite anyone over.
            The trip to the bedroom is all rush and desperation, you conclude.
He can’t keep his hands to himself for a single second and he’s holding your
waist with a bit more of strength than you’re used to (sometimes you forget
this isn't even half of what he’s capable to do) and you have to restrain
yourself from letting him do what he wants right there on the stairs, that
would be quite immoral.
            When you finally get to your destination, he throws you on the bed
and proceeds to set the same position you were just minutes ago on the couch;
laid upon you, kissing your neck. Your legs embrace his thighs and you hands
are doing much more than just wandering uselessly around the pillows; you tug
at his hair every time he hurts you with his teeth. His ministrations stop when
he gives an impatient huff, and shoves your pants down, earning a yelp.
            Because you almost never wear underwear.
            And now you’re bare naked in front of him, little hands
automatically go down to cover you junk and you stare at him with a frightened
look, even though is not your intention at all, you just can’t help and he
doesn’t seem to get it and stares at you, waiting for something.
            – Ah, I… – you mutter, quietly.
            – ’Sokay. Can I?”
            The nod you give is short and unsure, but when his huge hands cover
yours, kiss your fingertips and gently push them away, the whole bad sensation
disappears. It’s replaced for a burning tingle in your cheeks, a good
embarrassed giggle and the feeling of the soft pillow against your head. You
look at the ceiling while he spends his time staring at you, kneeling between
your thighs, hands now working himself off his clothes and voila. You’re both
naked, pressed up against each other and kissing and you would never imagine it
could feel so good… His chest against yours is not a foreign sensation, but his
member grinding against yours definitely is, one you could use more often. The
lights are on and you don’t like this at all, so you just reach for the switch
of the lamp beside your bed. It takes a moment to adjust your eyes to the dim
light of the moon, but when you do, Marco is still looking at you, eyes deeper
than ever, nakedness glimmering on top of you… You want him so bad, everything
has lead to this moment and nothing ever feels wrong.
            – Are you okay? – he asks again.
            – I’m good, go on.
            And then he smiles. And proceeds to dip and make you yelp while he
kisses your thighs, bites them, sucks lightly next to the place you need to be
sucked the most, but never gives you what you want. He squeezes you ass, once
or twice lightly rubs the crack between the cheeks, never further; his main
target is not there, at least not for now. He turns you into a puddle of little
whimpers that cries for his name every time he threatens to get closer, but
never does and you might be going insane, holding his head there, caressing his
hair when he seems to be gentle. After a while of torture, he finally drops the
act and licks your shaft, laps at the head, strokes with the hand that is not
feeling you up from behind. Your moans are definitely something you will regret
later, when he calls you a screamer, but everything smells like him and you
couldn't care less.
            Your legs slowly find their way on his shoulders and you keep them
there, toes twisting from pleasure and belly going up and down with the fast
breath all this treatment is causing to you. One of your hands goes for your
mouth to contain the screams, but Marco is faster and stops it midway. – I want
to listen to your voice.
            That is enough to make you bit your lip harder and try to hold
yourself; you don’t want this to be over now, not when he’s using that tongue
so good.
            – Mark-! Mark, oh God, stop!
            He jolts up immediately. – What?
            – I was about to… Ah.
            – Got it, – he moves around a bit – you have lube, right?
            You swear you can’t face him right now. – T-the drawer…
            He reaches out with a swift movement, finding the not-so-hidden
purple bottle. It’s already open because you did try it the day you bought, not
inside yourself, but tested on some other things that turned out to be mildly…
Interesting. You decided you liked lube, made everything easier and silkier,
and as he towers over you now, perfect marble arms and hands there just for
you… You do realize you should have given in hours ago.
            The motion of opening the lube comes fast and breaks the tension in
the air as he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, so as you’re laid on
your stomach. You reach for the pillow and put it under your chest, hugging it
tight with both arms and feeling tiny kisses on the freckles of your shoulder.
You feel like saying Breaking News: Marco Whitehouse is an actual softie during
his boyfriend’s first time, but you don’t want to ruin the moment. You yelp
when you feel his finger covered in lube rub against your entry. It’s cold and
tracing circles, but not uncomfortable. In fact, feels really good the way he
teases and approaches considerably closer to your balls. The second he pushes
inside is the second you stop to breathe and take in the foreign object, your
forehead touching your knuckles. It’s weirder than you thought, but it doesn’t
hurt and you can thank the good amount of lube he’s using.
            – Nngh…
            – Is this fine? – he asks one more time, the first finger knuckle-
deep and the second going in. This time you begin feeling the pain, the white-
hot discomfort that the added pressure causes, and you moan louder, a hiss
escaping your lips.
            – Wait… – you reply, voice shaken, and he complies.
            You feel the kisses in your back coming back and the feeling of
closeness added to the little pecks he showers your shoulders with make a great
distraction from the actual pain you’re feeling when he pushes the two fingers
in, definitely in this time, buried deep inside your little body. They go in
and out slowly, one at time as he puts more lube and whispers in your ear,
making you shiver from head to toe. – You’re so fucking tight… I can’t wait to
get inside you.
            There it goes your last straw, just as he adds a third one and
keeps moving with care. It now hurts even worse than before, the burning gone
and a sharp pain shooting up your tailbone. You must be really nervous, that’s
the only reason it can be that tight. And, of course, a virgin.
            When you were younger, you would never imagine you’d come to like
boys. Never, you had your mother to picture you with a girl, married and giving
her lots of grandchildren. Always the Basmanov tradition, right? The huge
number of infants a couple should wield. However, as you were growing and
growing, being with a girl sounded so weird. Girls are fine, you guess. They’re
nice with you at school, but you never wanted to kiss one. Or, in that case,
lose your virginity with one. You spent a good time thinking there was
something wrong or maybe grown people just had a different conception of the
terms of liking something. You were wrong. Because you do like this. And it’s
the only way that feels right.
            The pulling out is a relief, but at the same time a preparation of
what’s to come, you think as you watch his hand grab the wrapper in the drawer
and listen to the tiny sound of it being opened. You have to remind yourself of
keeping breathing.
            The weight on the bed changes as he lies down beside you and pulls
you along so as you two are spooning. You waste no time before you reach out
with one hand to hold his one that’s on your own chest to maintain it there,
use that hand as a rock that shall keep you down during all of this. His chest
is hot against your back, his mouth damp against your shoulder. You've never
been more ready. The other hand goes straight to his already wrapped cock,
though, and you whine when he grabs it and rubs against your balls.
            – Ready?
            You nod.
            And he enters you. You never thought it would feel thathuge when
inside. You had a notion, of course, being so tiny, but his cock feels like
it’s tearing you apart, splitting you in two Nikolais, both screaming in pain.
The hand that’s on your chest squeezes your fingers as tight as you’re
squeezing his, warning him that you’re feeling pain and that he should stop. He
does, but the pain doesn’t go away, it keeps tingling and taking the air out of
your lungs. He tells you to relax, to keep breathing and you’re really trying
to, wiggling closer to him as if it’s even possible.
            – Is it- is it all there? – you dare to ask to distract your mind.
            – It’s not even halfway… – you hear him say, a weird tone to his
voice. Is he regretting this?
            The rest of his member comes in as he turns your attention to the
way his fingers grip yours, his other hand moves from keeping your thighs apart
to your own cock, stroking it, thumbing the head and spreading the constant
drops of precum around it, making it slick and supposedly good. You almost
don’t realize when your eyes begin watering and the swift drops of tears are
falling down your cheeks, small whimpers leaving your throat as he buries
himself deep inside you and tells you with the sweetest of voices:
            – I won’t move until you tell me to.
            And you don’t for a good time. Everything under your waist tingles
and hurts, your legs are open with the help of his and spreading them wide so
as it won’t be as tight as it was before. You’re pretty sure it’s not working,
you’re still painfully tight. Of course you didn't expect it would be all good
in your first time, no, you read a lot of articles and got a few tips in the
scariest boards of 4chan. The odds were at your favor, though, you realized
when you read about people who hadn't used enough lube or had been with the
wrong partner at the time, who didn't worry about their pain or weren't as
careful and loving as Marco is being. You want to thank him a million times.
            You’re sure of that when you finally tell him to move.
            Then you’re not so sure anymore.
            The pain jolts again and Marco keeps moving. His movements are
very, very slow and he takes all the time to let you adjust before entering
again. The relief you feel when he’s out is great nonetheless but instantly
replaced by the pain of him inside again. You don’t complain, but you sure let
out a few whimpers, some moans and a considerable number of yelps.
            He takes it off you for a moment for you to relax, tense against
yourself and when it’s back, the pace fastens, makes you scream his name, the
thrusts slowly becoming less itchy and more filling, coming at the right time.
You want to tell him to go faster, but then he moves deeper and you’re suddenly
embraced by the sensation of pleasure. There it is.
            – Mark! Ah, come on!
            He knows what you mean and doesn’t stop hitting you right on your
spot, the pace now frantic and desperate, making you scream his name louder
each time. You do thank for your parents not being home and hope your neighbors
will be too busy to pay any attention to it. He keeps masturbating you with one
hand and slamming balls deep into you, ripping you open, making you forget all
the other times you didn't do it out of sheer fear. You don’t regret it. You
weren't ready. Now it’s paying off.
            It doesn’t take long until his groans get broken, raggedy and
breathless. He’s moving fast, without a certain rhythm, and announces in your
ear that he’s about to come. You’re certainly not, but you tell him it’s okay,
go ahead. So he does. You bodies lock in a tight embrace, he tenses around and
inside you, letting out this puff of air with a long “aaaah…” and kissing your
shoulder again.
            You’re happy. Happy you got to know the soft side of Marco
Whitehouse, the sounds he makes when he’s aroused and at the edge of losing it.
You’d have imagined that after months of dating you’d be used to this, but this
is some different kind of intimacy.  If you asked – and you do, later – you’d
know he never showed himself like this to anyone else. Undressing is easy;
getting truly naked isn't. Showing all the little flaws and the little gestures
of affection is much harder than what you’d ever believe if you hadn't known
Marco for so long. This is his first time too, in a way. The first time he
makes loves, isn't it? Virginity is so relative…
            When he pulls out, your ears are filled with the sound of rubber
being twisted and thrown somewhere – probably the trash. He lies back behind
you and you’re about to say something, but he beats you to it. – Now lemme take
care of this…
            With these words, he keeps playing with your cock, harder than
before now that he doesn’t have anything to distract him, tugs at it, bites
your ear. You’re still sensitive from all the prostate stimulation, now you’re
just reduced to a puddle of what once was a blond, freckled small boy. Even the
slightest touch makes you shiver and whimper his name, claiming for him to make
you cum soon, stop teasing. It is when he turns you around and engulfs the
whole entirety of your member in his mouth, that you scream as loud as before,
gives him the real taste of what you’re feeling building up inside you. He lets
go with his hands and uses only his tongue, making you cum inside his mouth
with little to none time.
            You’re totally spent by the time you’re down on earth again.
            Marco’s arms are around you and you lay tenderly on his chest,
kissing the little marks you left here and there, nothing too flashy. You know
your body is going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, but you can say it was
totally worth it. Reaching down a hand to feel the mess that he made of your
asshole, you bring it up and meet – with wide eyes – red-stained fingers.
            – Mark… What the-
            – Sorry, – he seems truthful in his answer, holding your hand – it
happened before. You’re just too small, babe…
            – Don’t act like you don’t like it, jerk.
            He shrugs, before smirking and adding. – Never did, babe. Never
did.
            This is gonna take some time to clean, but you can take care of it
later and you will, pulling him into the shower with you, making him wash your
back. By now, you hug him back and happily sigh, listening to his own calm
breathing.
            Sleep is quick to find you.
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